Lords of RPG

Red Hair Blood tête-a-tête backstabbing Sympos Rene

Shade, Alignment, Murder Hobo, LG, LE, LN

Rose smiled. She carried a steaming pot of water. "Just came to freshen the bath. Didn't think you'd mind."

The red light and heat of the large ruby gem permeated everything in the small room near the top of the tower. Sitting upon its pedestal of stone, the air around the ruby shimmered with power.

Best laid plans comes up empty.

In a deep dungeon beneath the castle, 12 masked men sat at a long table. The tall figure from before was at one end, and Francios at the other. A feast of dust and debris were all that the long table held.

Close a gate! Drive back the Fey to their homelands, and protect the humans of the Wilds! It had seemed so simple.

But, the smell of the roasting meats and fresh baked bread wiped the curious thoughts from Gabe's mind.

But, it was the sign that stopped him dead in his tracks. "Renaud - Conjuring and Enchanting." Entwined with the words, was some sort of magical symbol that Shade had never seen before. A wizard? A user of magic? Advertising a magical shop out...

And then he heard it. It was a whisper in his mind...the hoarse voice of the horrible witch woman in the woods. "No harm, no foul. I don't hold you responsible for all that mayhem. I want to make a deal with you."